Chapter 154 Help From Eastwind

• ~ Elara~
• As the guards led me out of Silverwood packlands, the weight of their decision pressed down on me like a physical force. The cold night air bit at my skin, a harsh reminder of the isolation that awaited me. I had spent my whole life preparing for the fight against Draven, and now I was being cast out, branded a traitor.
• The path ahead was shadowed by towering trees, the forest around Silverwood dense and unforgiving. I could hear the distant howl of wolves, the eerie rustle of leaves in the wind. The guards walked a few paces behind me, their silence heavy. Every step I took felt like a descent into a darker world, one where my voice no longer mattered.